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February 28th, 2010 — 12:20pm
Humming a song,
I welcome the arrival of summer
with bated breath.
Remembering, however,
it’s October.
No matter how many times I try
to wear tshirts, no coat,
it’s useless.
The leaves are brown,
crunching underfoot.
But as days pass
and my infatuation grows,
remembering ice cream,
suntans,
sweating profusely,
there is no escape
from the turning of the earth,
her rotation on her axis.
The density of the sun
getting less, less.
My tune thickens
and quickens,
my throat aching,
my nose running,
my voice cracking.
The last song I will sing -
a requiem for summer
an ode to winter -
inviting, sadly,
it’s bare trees.
And my last note,
lost in the post.
By and © Alice Lander
[Note: Alice is an observer and a smoker]